Altyn Isabella By Alvaro Beamud Cortes For Vogue Spain | July 2020
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Category: Fashion
July 7, 2020
‘Binx Walton and Friends in Jamaica’ | By Oliver Hadlee Pearch For i-D | Spring 2020
Credits
Models: Adesuwa Aighewi, Anok Yai, Paloma Elsesser and Selena Forrest\
Photographer: Oliver Hadlee Pearch
Stylist: Carlos Nazario
July 6, 2020
‘A Brave New Summer’ | Amber Valletta By Annemarieke Van Drimmelen For Vogue Netherlands | August 2020
Credits
Models:
Amber Valletta, Bodil Liesdek, Nella Ngingo, Bess van Noord, Parker van Noord, Felice Noordhoff, Nabewerking Deeptone, Met Dank Aan, Hakan Aksoy, Michel Bos, Michiel Heemskerk, Marleen Heeres, Ronald van der Kemp, Jasper & Lisa Krabbé, Duran Landing, Gaia Liesdek, Casper van der Linden, Kornel & Marisca van Noord, Fauve & Leontien Noordhoff, Ogènda, Like Pansters, Rinke Tjepkema, Ria Jansen & Arie Vis, Duy Vo, Kat, Mei Sun Ly Vo and Maison Rika.
Photographer: Annemarieke van Drimmelen
Fashion Director: Dimphy den Otter
Hair: Teddy Charles
Make-up: Holly Silius
Artwork: Maaike Riemens
July 6, 2020
‘I Have No Leaders’ | Ines L. By Golda Fruhmann + Luxiders | Spring 2020
Credits
Creative Direction & Production Luxiders
Photography Golda Fruhmann
Stylist Belvis Soler
Models Ines L.
Hair Stylist & Make Up Artist Axelle Jerina
July 5, 2020
I Am The Lake And I Want The Maple
I want to give myself
utterly,
as this maple
that burned and burned
for three days without stinting…
and then in two more
dropped off every leaf;
as this lake that,
no matter what comes
to its green-blue depths,
both takes and returns it…
In a still heart,
that refuses nothing,
the world is twice-born—
two earths wheeling,
two heavens,
two egrets reaching
down into subtraction;
even the fish
for an instant doubled,
before it is gone.
I want the fish.
I want the losing it all
when it rains, and I want
the returning transparency…
I want the place
by the edge-flowers, where
the shallow sand is deceptive,
where whatever
steps in must plunge!
and I want that plunging.
I want the ones
who come in secret to drink
only in early darkness,
and I want the ones
who are swallowed.
I want the way
the water sees without eyes,
hears without ears,
shivers without will or fear
at the gentlest touch.
I want the way it
accepts the cold moonlight
and lets it pass,
the way it lets
all of it pass
without judgment or comment.
There is a lake,
Lalla Ded (hindi saint) sand, no larger
than one seed of mustard,
that all things return to…
O heart, if you
will not…cannot…give me that lake
then give me it’s song
By: Jane Hirshfield
